The CEO and the Girl From the Coffee Shop (6 page)

"Do you like
to play Beth?" his voice flowed through her like silk.

Did she like
to play? What in the hell did he mean by that? The toys. He wanted
to know if she was into... Oh, fuck!

"Mr
Reynolds?"

He pulled back
slightly so he could look her in the eye. "You just seemed quite...
Interested... I was curious to know if you liked to play. I
normally wouldn't have brought it up, but since you seemed so...
curious," a soft sexy smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

She licked her
lower lip as her eyes dropped to his lips. She remembered the kiss
from the night before and she wanted to feel his lips on hers
again. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers, feel his
hands caressing her bare flesh.

"I've never
actually used most of what is in that drawer," her cheeks burned at
her confession as she dropped her gaze. He was so intense and her
body reacted in turn. The apex between her legs continued to throb
and she couldn't stop her hands from reaching up and placing her
palms on his shirt clad chest, her fingertips tracing the line of
muscle under the fabric.

Placing his
index finger under her chin, her lifted her eyes to his and smiled
down at her. "Would you like to try?"

Was he
serious? She swallowed hard. He had a fairly good sense of humour
but something told her he was dead serious about it. She wanted to,
God she wanted to, but that could ruin everything. And she was
still a little foggy on what exactly
play
to him
entailed.

"You're a
beautiful woman Beth. I won't lie. I want you. I've wanted you from
the moment I laid eyes on you."

His mouth was
so close to hers that their breaths intermingled and began to
synchronize. As much as she wanted to listen to the voice of
reason, his cologne, his hard body, his presence wouldn't allow for
protest as her body demanded that she take what she needed from
him. Fisting his shirt, she pulled his mouth down to hers.

Gabriel
immediately reacted pressing hard against her body, his growing
erection pressing against her stomach as she sucked his lower lip
into her mouth playfully.

He groaned,
slipping his hand to the back of her head and deepening the kiss.
His tongue slipped past her parted lips demanding her tongue's
submission. His body was hard and unyielding against hers as he
moved against her, enticing her through their clothing.

Beth's fingers
worked the buttons of his shirt, anxious to feel the hard muscles
beneath. "God, I want you Gabriel," she moaned as his lips left
hers and began working their way down her neck. The shivers of
anticipation that rushed through her as his lips teased and taunted
spurred her desire as she pressed up tighter against him.

Grabbing her
by the waist, he lifted her up onto the dresser. "Raise your hands
over your head," Gabriel ordered as he straightened, grabbed the
hem on her shirt, and tugged it up and over her head, tossing it to
the floor. "Beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to her
as his eyes glanced down at her breasts, contained within the black
lace covering them.

"Lean back on
your elbows."

She did as
told enjoying the demanding part of Gabriel's personality as she
stared wide-eyed at him, breath bated anxious to see what he had
planned for her. The clasp holding the bra together was in the
front, so with a flick of his index finger it came undone, and her
breasts sprang free for him.

She shuddered
as he ran his finger between her amble breasts. Closing her eyes
and arching her back, she let her head fall backwards as a soft
moan escaped her lips. She needed him to touch her, to touch every
inch of her body. Needed it more than she'd ever needed it from
anyone before. "Please," she gasped. The anticipation was near
killing her.

"Mmmm. I like
hearing you beg," he murmured as his hands palmed her breasts,
rolling her large pink nipples into long tight nubs. She moaned
softly, spreading her legs to relieve the building pressure between
them.

Releasing her
breasts, he grabbed her bottom, and pulled her groin tight against
the ridge of his cock, while his mouth lowered to the first nipple.
She moaned louder as his lips took in her tight nipple sucking
hard, so hard she cried out from the pleasurable and the pain it
caused.

"Oh God,
Gabriel!" she gasped. His one hand moved from her bottom to slip
under the waistband of her jogging pants to cup her mound.

Dropping the
first nipple from his mouth, he pressed a string of soft kisses
across her chest to her second nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he
nipped at it lightly causing her to cry out again.

She needed
more. Needed him - desperately. She began to move against him, her
hips bucking against his groin and enticing his cock. Again, the
thought that he was her boss popped into her mind. She managed to
push it to the back of her consciousness, as his fingers spread the
lips of her pussy and he plunged two fingers deep into her wet
core.

"Fuck my hand
baby," he growled as he let her nipple slip from his mouth to claim
her lips once more.

Oh,
God!
She bucked hard against his hand, her needy pussy wanting
more, wanting his thick shaft thrusting into her. Wave after wave
of pleasure rushed through her as his fingers expertly stroked her
inner wall.

She was coming
closer, so close she could barely breathe. "Oh yes Gabriel so
good," she cried out breathlessly, her hands fisting the edge of
the dresser. Her body began to tense and just as she was about to
explode, he quickly slipped his hands from her. Beth wanted to cry
out in frustration, damn he was cruel!

He chuckled
softly as his lips made their way down the front of her neck, to
her chest. She expected him to stop there but he didn't. He trailed
a string of kisses between her generous breasts and slowly moving
lower, down her torso and to her stomach.

I need to
stop this!
But her protest never made it to her lips. Beth bit
at her lower lip and looked down him watching as he worked his way
down her body. The anticipation was excruciating.

Once his lips
reached the waistband of her jogging pants he grasped the top her
pants and glanced up, his hunger filled eyes catching hers, seeking
her approval before continuing. Beth released an unsteady sigh.
"Please," she whispered. The voice at the back of her mind pleaded
for here to reconsider. It told her this was only going to get her
hurt in the end, but she ignored it. Her body was in control
now.

No further
incentive was needed. Gabriel slowly slid her pants down, kissing
his way lower as her skin was revealed to him. Beth watched him,
her heart racing, chest heaving and pussy throbbing. As she watched
him strip her pants from her, she found herself grateful she'd
taken the time that morning to shave, so her mound was now smooth
and bare for him.

With her pants
off he tossed them to the floor with her t-shirt and spread her
legs wide. Gabriel slipped his index finger along her slit, from
her anus to her clit, gather her juices and driving her near
insanity with need for him. Bringing his finger to his mouth he
sucked it in.

"As good as I
expected you'd be."

Oh-my-God!
His eyes caught hers once more and her breath
hitched in her throat as he fell to his knees, spread the lips of
her pussy and licked the length of her. Beth moaned loudly, closing
her eyes and tossing her head back.

He licked her
length again, this time taking a moment to tease her clit with his
tongue, flicking and circling the swollen nub, until she was
writhing and bucking against his mouth.

"My God,
Gabriel! I'm so close!"

Why couldn't
he just put her out of her misery? Why tease so cruelly?

Again, he
licked the length of her, but this time he returned to her opening.
Just when she thought she couldn't take another moment of his sweet
torment, he thrust his tongue deep into her, burying his face
between her legs. She cried out and gripped the edge of the dressed
tightly.

"Is this what
you want Beth?" he asked and began to tongue fuck her.

"Oh yes, yes,
yes." That and so much more! She wanted him naked, she wanted to
feel his hot, beautiful body on hers, she wanted him everyway and
everywhere. She would happily tried everything in the drawer if he
promised the pleasure would never stop.

As his tongue
was rapidly bringing her back to the point of orgasm, his fingers
pinched and rolled her quivering clit between them, adding to the
rush of sensations vibrating through her body. Her stomach was in
knots, her arousal hitting the point of no return.

"Come for me
Beth," he ordered as he replaced his tongue with his fingers and
then sucked on her clit.

His voice,
soft and seductive was all she needed. She screamed out his name as
her body tensed, and her pussy tightened around his intruding
fingers. Seconds later, her body erupted, and her juices rushed
from her, coating his fingers and dripping down her ass.

"That's so
good baby," Gabriel whispered, lapping up her juices and then
moving back up her body to capture her lips with his own. His lips
and tongue tasted of her and it was so arousing she could feel the
fire between her legs immediately ignite once again and her need
for him grew instead of wane.

When he
finally pulled away from her, she was left breathless and needy for
more.

He touched the
side of her face with his hand and looked down at her
affectionately as he straightened up. "I have a couple of things to
do in my office. Could you start supper and have it ready for me in
an hour?" He gave her another quick, chaste kiss. "I can't wait to
see what Peter taught you today."

Turning he
made his way to the bedroom door, leaving her light-headed and
still yearning for his touch, naked and spread wide on his
dresser.

He stopped at
the doorway of the bedroom, turned back and flashed her a devilish
grin, his eyes sweeping the length of her naked body. "And by the
way... the socks and t-shirts are in the third column of
drawers."

Beth groaned
in frustration. What in the hell had she done? What had just
transpired was the exact opposite of what she'd been trying to
avoid. Did she want to play? Oh, good God! Was what just happened a
teaser for what he wanted from her? Slipping from the dresser, her
legs felt like jelly under her and she had to grasp the edge for
support. Once she felt steady on her feet she ran a shaky hand
through her hair as she gathered up her tossed aside clothing.
Could the past few days have gotten any crazier or more confusing?
She doubted it.

****

Finishing up
with the work he'd left undone to come home early that day, Gabriel
changed out of his suit and into a pair of jeans and t-shirt before
heading back downstairs to check on the progress of dinner. Pete
had given him a good report on her lesson for the day so he was
anxious to see the results. According to Pete - based on their
first lesson - her biggest problem was her confidence, but in
contrast her eagerness to learn was her greatest strength.

As he
approached the kitchen the mouth watering aroma of scallops drifted
to him causing his stomach to grumble. He didn't enter immediately,
instead he leaned his left shoulder against the archway, crossing
his arms over his chest and watched her busying herself. His hunger
for food was immediately replaced with a deeper, more feral
hunger.

It had taken
every ounce of strength he possessed to pull himself away from her
earlier. He feared he'd seriously overstepped his boundaries with
her, but she was so receptive and those soft, sweet moans had
driven him near insanity. He swept his tongue across his lower lip
and could still faintly taste her and his dick began to harden as a
result.

Ahhh,
fuck!

Gabriel loved
watching her as she attended to the meal. Her forehead creased as
she concentrated on what she was doing and she caught her lip
between her teeth as she presumably tried to decide if the risotto
was cooked properly. However, from where Gabriel was standing, it
was the scallops that she needed to be more concerned about.

He rushed over
to the stove and removed them from the heat, just as she turned to
do so herself. She gasped, surprised to see him appear behind
her.

"Baby, they
were seconds from being burnt," he explained giving her a
smile.

Her face
flushed; an attractive rosy colour. "I'm sorry, I was just about to
get to them. I was just..." She motioned to the risotto.

"I know."
Grabbing a spoon from the drawer holding the utensils, he dipped it
into the risotto and tasted. "That is excellent. Creamy. Cooked
perfectly, I'm very impressed."

Beaming, Beth
looked up at him her blue eyes shining with pride. "Really?"

"Definitely."
He dipped the spoon in once more and brought it to her lips. "Try
it."

She opened her
mouth for him to feed her the risotto. She chewed and swallowed,
her smile widening as she nodded her confirmation.

"See, what did
I tell you. Even a woman who burns bacon and toast and whose
speciality is," he cocked an amused brow at her, "
mac
and
cheese can work wonders in the kitchen under the right
tutorage."

"Thank
you."

Grabbing a
knife from the utensil drawer he sliced one of the scallops in half
and popped it into his mouth. Spearing the other half with the fork
in hand he offered it to her. She opened her mouth and accepted his
offering.

"Also nicely
cooked. The flavour is stunning."

"Need I remind
you that if you hadn't been here to save the day you would have had
burnt scallops," she reminded him, but her wide smile and the hint
of pride in her eyes were in contrast to her words.